You Cannot Afford To Offend My Woman

Chapter 1216 (Selling Art, Not Body)

This was no ordinary rainbow; it was a layered rainbow, one layer on top of another. Each layer had different colours. However, the topmost layer was orange. Each layer was quite extensive. If anyone wanted to attack the Donghuang family, they would have to start from the first layer and work their way up. Each layer had dedicated guardians, including both people and beasts.

However, the Donghuang family had existed for countless years and had never been attacked. The only time it happened, they were annihilated before reaching the first layer.

Donghuang Qingrou served as the Chief Guardian and was currently reporting on his duties.

As the administrator of the first layer, Donghuang Fei sipped his tea, appearing indifferent, as if he didn't care at all. He even showed a smile.

"Chief, every word from your subordinates is true," Donghuang Qingrou said in a low voice, feeling that Donghuang Fei didn't believe him.

Donghuang Fei chuckled, "Qingrou, don't joke around. What three-headed golden crows? Uttering such words is a grave crime. The Donghuang bloodline cannot exist outside. If it does, it would be a disgrace for the entire Donghuang family!" As he spoke, Donghuang Fei tightened his face, warning Qingrou not to speak recklessly.

Seemingly aware of the severity of the situation, Donghuang Qingrou, upon hearing this, felt that it made some sense.

"Then, Chief, what should we do?"

"Pretend that nothing happened. Don't investigate further! Even if something goes wrong, it won't be blamed on you. Of course, it won't implicate me either! Don't tell anyone about this, including the people you brought if necessary." Donghuang Fei made a neck-slashing gesture, frightening Donghuang Qingrou.

"Chief, this..."

"If this matter is investigated, both of us will lose our heads!"

"Understood..."

"Go down!"

"Yes!"

Watching the departing figure of Donghuang Qingrou, Donghuang Fei frowned tightly.

It seems to be true!

As the chief, he was privy to some insider information. This incident happened very long ago...

Donghuang Fei didn't dare to think further. This was a top-secret matter within the family.

If what Donghuang Qingrou said was true, then this matter... hopefully, that person won't find out.

Not finding out was impossible. Ye Hua and Donghuang Baizhi were targeting this place.

This kind of advanced dimensional teleportation, even Ye Hua couldn't precisely control. It was a matter of randomness.

It all depended on fate.

For example, right now, Ye Hua and Donghuang Baizhi appeared in a side room.

The decor in this room had a certain charm, all in a vibrant shade of deep red. Portraits of seductive women adorned the walls, exuding a provocative allure. Meanwhile, on the bed, human procreation activities were taking place.

Donghuang Baizhi was momentarily stunned, then promptly closed her eyes and turned away. On the other hand, Ye Hua chuckled. The man on the bed was inept, and the woman was clearly putting on a show. Perhaps they were in a brothel.

Pulling Donghuang Baizhi with him, Ye Hua exited the room. The sight was a bit overwhelming; the woman's appearance could practically blind anyone.

"Hey, did someone come in?"

"No, there's no one."

"I heard the door creak."

"It's your imagination. Don't move."

Outside, Ye Hua embraced Donghuang Baizhi and observed the brothel. It had a certain charm to it, resembling a cylindrical structure with considerable height. At least dozens of floors were visible, resembling a large shopping mall. It was packed with people, exuding a sensual atmosphere.

Ye Hua felt the air carried a certain aphrodisiac, judging by the flushed faces of the men. The business owner here knew how to run things, and such a structure didn't even exist in Spirit City.

Ye Hua found himself intrigued by this aspect of the Nine Provinces and Five Seas.

"Walking through a brothel with your wife is quite interesting, don't you think?" Ye Hua couldn't resist teasing.

"You're definitely doing it on purpose," Donghuang Baizhi replied with a hint of annoyance.

Ye Hua shook his head without explaining. Did he need to mention that even he couldn't control this? Donghuang Baizhi would probably make fun of him for it later.

Descending the stairs, Ye Hua realised this seemed to go on forever.

"Brother, there's a teleportation array on the side. Why are you using the stairs?" A man, holding a charming woman, remarked. Originally, he didn't want to remind them, but seeing the extraordinary beauty of Donghuang Baizhi, he decided to give them face.

Ye Hua casually replied, "I'm well aware. I'm just bored." With that, he continued pulling Donghuang Baizhi down the stairs.

Donghuang Baizhi covered her mouth, suppressing a light laugh. Ye Hua had embarrassed himself – acting rustic and all.

Ye Hua felt awkward when he realised there was a teleportation array to the first floor.

"I know," he replied.

"Yeah, you know, I get it," Donghuang Baizhi covered her mouth and chuckled, trying to save Ye Hua's face.

But of course, when your husband wants face, as a wife, you have to give it to him.

Taking the stairs was out of the question. Ye Hua and Donghuang Baizhi used a teleportation array to descend even to the next floor.

This array was faster than an elevator, almost instantaneous.

Ye Hua thought this mode was quite convenient and had some flair.

The first-floor lobby had its unique charm, circular and larger than the upper floors.

In the centre, a stage was set up where several women were performing on the flute, creating a pleasant melody that could easily fool someone into thinking it was a legitimate venue.

Around the stage, there were dozens of tables, each occupied by a couple. Perimeter tables were more secluded.

Ye Hua looked up and noticed a central area with a clear view of the sky. The architecture had a distinct flavour. He wondered what would happen if it rained; could it be dangerous?

"Let's go, what are you looking at? You men always like these kinds of places," Donghuang Baizhi urged, standing beside him.

Ye Hua embraced Donghuang Baizhi's slender waist, saying, "Baizhi, we've finally come to such an interesting brothel. If we don't appreciate it, how can we move forward? Don't you agree, Baizhi?"

"You... men."

"Let's experience the exotic atmosphere; let's treat it as a tourist attraction." Ye Hua patted Donghuang Baizhi's pert buttocks, acting like one of the men drinking flower wine.

Donghuang Baizhi chuckled twice, finding it a bit embarrassing.

"Guest, what about you?" A woman in a red robe, who looked more like an older woman, approached and asked.

Ye Hua casually said, "I brought my own girl."

The woman glanced at Donghuang Baizhi, who was taller and had a better temperament than herself.

"Girl, are you interested in working here?"

Ye Hua was momentarily stunned, and Donghuang Baizhi was utterly shocked.

"Hahaha!" Ye Hua burst into hearty laughter. Despite this woman offending him, Ye Hua decided to spare her life.

Donghuang Baizhi rolled her eyes. This scoundrel was even laughing! She'd make him pay!

"I sell art, not my body," Donghuang Baizhi said softly. [During certain periods of Chinese history, especially in the late imperial era and into the early 20th century, brothels were known to employ courtesans who were skilled in various arts such as poetry, calligraphy, painting, music, and dance. These courtesans, known as "jiaren" or "sing-song girls," were expected to entertain clients not only physically but also intellectually and emotionally. Thus, the phrase "art in brothel" encompasses the cultural activities and performances that took place within these establishments, adding an element of sophistication or refinement to an otherwise seedy environment.]

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